George never thought he would fall in love with anyone, let alone someone who was this kind and beautiful. As if he was engraved with sweet, strawberry words, as if this singular boy could make George head over heels for him, as if George wouldn't. He helped George, he fixed him, sealed the cracks and scars around his battered heart in sweet, sugary attempts. George falls in love with this boy, over and over and over. George never thought he even could. But he does. George falls in love, and he could not be more so. He couldn't. That was, until November thirtieth.